Zhou Rong's motto had always been to speak the truth, but at this moment, he struggled for a few seconds, then made up his mind and said, "I don't really remember."

"… Huh?" Sinan was stunned, "Didn't you say that he cheated on your feelings?"

Zhou Rong said solemnly, "But I have you now, so my feelings have found a place to stay, and I don't want to think about the past at all.

Whatever young and frivolous things can go to hell, I'm now … "

"Why are you so fickle?" Sinan said unhappily.

Zhou Rong's throat was stuffed with the words "fickle", and his expression looked as if he had swallowed four eggs made of stone. After a while, he said with grievance, "The organization, please be reasonable, Comrade Xiao Si, it's been eleven years!

I don't even remember what he looked like! "

Sinan, "…"

"And we were only together for a few days back then, it was nothing at all.

In the end, he cheated on my feelings and dumped me. It's a shameful past, let's turn this memory into ashes and disappear with the wind … "

Sinan, "…"

Sinan's eyes narrowed eerily, "Disappear. With. The. Wind."

From Zhou Rong's perspective, Sinan's eyebrows were raised at the end, and it was as cold as a blade. He immediately shuddered.

"You swear that you really disappeared with the wind?" Sinan asked.

Zhou Rong said sincerely, "In the name of my parents …"

"Are your parents still alive?"

"…" Zhou Rong said helplessly, "I grew up in an orphanage with the help of the state, can I swear in the name of the director?"

Sinan gritted his teeth and said, "If you swear in the name of the people's government, I'll believe you."

Zhou Rong had no choice but to raise his right hand, "In the name of the people's government, I really have …"

He closed his eyes in pain, and after ten seconds of complete silence, he said sadly, "No, I'll tell you the truth.

Sometimes I think about it … just think about it!

After all, it's very painful! "

Sinan was a little satisfied. He lay back on the bed and frowned. No one knew what he was thinking.

Zhou Rong saw that he didn't respond for a long time and thought that he had finally overcome the difficulties that every man had to go through in his life. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't take it back.

Si Nan seemed to have suddenly figured out something and said thoughtfully, "That's right.

"Does that mean you're two-timing now?"

Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment. He felt as if he had been cursed.

"Ah!" He suddenly looked ahead and shouted, "There are zombies!"

Sinan: "…"

"I'm going to kill a zombie. I'll be back soon!" Zhou Rong rushed out of the room like an arrow and ran away.

Obviously, there were no zombies.

There was no one in the deep mountains, and it was the coldest winter of the year. The water in the zombies' bodies had already frozen, and it was difficult for them to even move in the mountains at this latitude.

Zhou Rong squatted in front of the stove and made some food. The hot steam steamed the glass window.

He casually wiped his face and looked out through the dirty frosted glass. He didn't know when the snow had started to fall, but it was like goose feathers. The river in the valley in the distance glowed faintly, and the world was quiet.

"Am I two-timing?" Zhou Rong asked himself subconsciously.

He tried to recall the face of the Little Omega when he first fell in love, but it was indeed blurred in the memory of eleven years of snow.

Over the years, he graduated from the military academy, went abroad to do peacekeeping, was selected to join the central government, and then was sent to 118 after a setback. He had experienced countless gunfire and death. His memory was like a slate, carved with countless deep knife marks by time.

Although the past when he was 18 years old was still there, when he thought about it again, the first thing that came to his mind was not that specific person, but the long, distant, and helpless feeling of time.

Thinking about it this way, in fact, Sinan was a bit similar to the young Omega who cheated his feelings. Zhou Rong thought, standing in front of the kitchen window with his arms crossed, absent-mindedly looking at the world that was gradually covered in silver.

Smart and slightly cunning, tenacious willpower, able to hide things in the heart, extraordinary dedication to goals, and will not give up until the goal is achieved.

But this may also be the common characteristic of the typical Omega who can achieve great things.

If you think about it carefully, they may also look a bit similar.

Zhou Rong shook his head and laughed at himself. How is that possible?

He put out the fire in the stove, carefully filled the old-fashioned hot water bottle that he found in the utility room, and quietly went upstairs to the bedroom.

Sinan was huddled tightly at the head of the bed with his face buried deep between his knees. When he heard someone push open the door, he shrank back reflexively and curled himself even tighter into a ball.

The air was filled with a rich, sweet smell. The moment Zhou Rong walked into the room, it was like a tide that seeped into his blood through his nose, throat, and even every pore on his body.

The seduction that originated from the physiological instinct was so intense and straightforward that it was simply a great stimulation to the nerve endings. Zhou Rong's hands were shaking as he stuffed the hot water bottle into the bed. Because he was trying hard to restrain himself, the veins on his arms that were covered by his sleeves were bulging.

"…" Sinan whispered.

Zhou Rong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down violently. He leaned over slightly and said hoarsely in Sinan's ear, "What did you say?"

Sinan gasped and said, "Go away …"

Sinan's eyes were red and filled with tears. It was snowing heavily outside, but the tip of his nose was sweating slightly. His lips were soft and red as if they were burning, and he was trembling slightly with every word.

Zhou Rong couldn't bear to watch this scene. He closed his eyes and said, "I'll … come up later."

He bit the tip of his tongue hard and relied on the pain to maintain the last trace of restraint. He turned around and was about to leave when his sleeve was hooked.

Sinan stretched out two fingers from his curled up state and hooked his sleeve.

"…" Zhou Rong turned around and grabbed his wrist. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Sinan's wrist was actually very hard. That was because years of combat training would inevitably affect his bones.

His fingers were also very slender. At first glance, they might be said to be artistic, but in fact, he didn't know how to play the piano. His fingertips were full of hard skin from holding a dagger tightly, and calluses formed by his index finger and the web between his thumb and index finger.

There were calluses on both his left and right hands. Even his left hand was more obvious due to intensive training.

The scars and old scars recorded the master's unimaginable hardships and endurance for more than 20 years on these hands. It was completely different from all the Omega Zhou Rong had come into contact with.

"Go away …" Sinan gritted his teeth, but his index finger and middle finger hooked Zhou Rong's sleeve even tighter, and his fingernails turned white.

"Are you really leaving?" Zhou Rong asked in a low voice. He pretended to pull Sinan's hand away from his sleeve. "Are you really letting me go?"

Sinan tried his best to hold on to the cloth in the chaos, but it was no use. His whole body was as soft as jelly, and he was still pulled away little by little.

"…" Si Nan's eyes turned even redder at once, and his tears were about to fall from his eyes.

Zhou Rong smiled and asked in his ear, "Are you leaving or not?"

He couldn't hear what Zhou Rong said. Sinan's ears were buzzing, and the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat, which was thumping in his chest.

He couldn't see Zhou Rong's face clearly, and he didn't realize that he was holding the man's hand.

All his senses had turned into hot and dense mucus. Wherever he sensed his body, it would be scalded and twitching, and his thoughts would be shattered.

He only knew that there was a strong and reliable aura that gave him a sense of security enveloping the bedside, making him involuntarily want to get closer. But when he really got close, he felt that the aura was also hiding a terrifying valiance and aggression. It was as if there was a beast lurking in the darkness, ready to stretch out its sharp claws at any time and drag him into an abyss that he could not control.

"I can't do this …" Sinan thought vaguely.

He bobbed up and down in the warm sea, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't wake up. In a daze, he raised his other hand to his mouth.

He wanted to bite the back of his hand, so that he could at least feel the familiar pain.

But then he was caught, and both his wrists were pressed against the headboard. He didn't even have the chance to protest.

"… Zhou …" He murmured subconsciously, and seemed to be a little scared. "Zhou … Rong …"

Zhou Rong pressed him flat on the bed, looked down at him, and bent his knees between his thighs.

"Zhou Rong …" Sinan couldn't help but call out again, and his pupils dilated.

His voice was trembling with urgency, but it was actually a cry for help.